No – this has nothing to do with the phrase popularized by that infamous episode of Seinfeld. As a friend of mine (and you must be my friend if you’re reading this), you can’t honestly believe that I’d write about THAT.
Becoming master of my domain is simply what I had to do to set up this blog. I had to buy my domain name. And let me tell you, this is easier said than done. People have been buying domain names for a fairly long time now AND they even buy additional similar domain names to create some kind of online branding monopoly (dramatic eye roll). So I am reduced to forgoing the options that would be somewhat meaningful for me, and instead spending hours (okay – like an hour) searching for something that will just have to do.
Surprisingly enough, this little exercise has proven to be quite amusing. Did you know that when you search for domain names on Google, you are not only informed of availability, but you are also given alternate possibilities? SO if you find that atouchofyellow.com has already been taken (don’t make that face – it’s something from my childhood that actually has great meaning for me), then you are presented with some of the following substitutes:
afeelofyellow.com
acontactofyellow.com
atouchofjaundice.com
afeelofchicken.com
afeelofjaundice.com
Does this mean atouchofchicken.com is taken? Damn! Oh wait – I just checked and atouchofchicken.com is in fact available. It just didn’t make the cut for other domain names similar to my first choice. I can now add atouchofchicken.com to my list of potential blog names. It’s nice to have options.
As you can imagine, there were many other searches – some serious, some recreational – but in the end I had to just pick something. So I picked one of my favorite things. Cake. Seriously, this is what I’m left with – cake.
But I do really like cake…so I’ve got that going for me. And if I’m going to brand myself, at least it’s something that I’ll never get sick of. Yeah – cake is pretty timeless. And if you’re going to go with cake, don’t take the pseudo-dieter’s tiny piece with the frosting scraped off. “Oh – just a little piece for me. Just a taste – just a touch.” Go for a big slice with extra frosting (scrape some off the platter and add it to your plate). And while you’re at it – hold out for a corner piece. One with a flower. You deserve it. Never settle for a touch of chicken.